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The Creeper Dance

THE REAPER IS WAITING AND SHE IS HUNGRY...

My name is something that people do not speak of lightly, afraid that saying it out loud would make them a target. I have seen the way people cringe into their skin in my presence, the way they recoil when I stand too close or how they instantly avert my gaze frightened to look at my eyes. The humans have likened me to something of a legend, simple minds caught up in their fables. But those who have witnessed the reaping are too afraid to speak… because they are petrified of admitting the truth. They call me the Reaper and they say that death and I are lovers – or so I’ve heard.

 

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The Silent Song

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED? ...

The sound of shrieking petered out in the background and the movements of limbs and claws gripping the edges of the stone arch slowed down. Time stopped for what felt like an entire minute to me was only a few seconds to Troye. Now, I had enough time to think. I watched Troye tediously swing up two guns from his slings tied around his shoulders as he forcefully pulled the triggers on both. BANG. BANG. The bullets exploded from out of each barrel and slowly made holes in the heads of two ghastly beasts that silently screeched and fell to their deaths at the mess of red below.

Think! Think before time itself could catch up. I gripped Deathclaw tightly by the handle and smoothly chopped off the hands of several beasts where the sound of the steel blade slicing through thick infected flesh made my throat dry. Observing, counting, waiting… but I could only see more of them. As time began to speed up again, there was only one thing to do. Reap.


The Hidden Passenger

WHEN WILL DISTORTED MIRRORS REFLECT THE TRUTH? FIND OUT IF YOU DARE ...

I closed my eyes and smiled from the silent melody of birds tweeting. The whooshing sound of a pellabores wings in the distance and the ruffling of trees produced dancing images in my mind of what life could have been like if I was not who I am. But I could not run from the truth and as it revealed itself so daringly, the images turned dark and the pit at the bottom of my stomach gnawed at my ribs. The birds fell from the sky and splattered to the ground in heaps of blood and bone. Clouds emerged and darkened a midnight blue where only the moon glimmered in the starless sky. A symbol of what could not be, a dreamers lie.